Stuck a Fork in It

Crock pot dinner #2 turned out better than last night's porkchops (which were good but I think I'm going to try that ranch/cream sauce on chicken next time). I have only found one recipe (so far) that I like for chicken breasts and that includes mayo (fatty). I think its a texture thing. The chicken can not seem to get moist enough for me, even in the crock pot. Tot3 seems to agree with me. He is my semi-vegatarian. He will only eat steak or hot dogs. My wallet does not like the steak.

I did barbeque chicken in the crock pot with a new recipe for the sauce which was really good. And it was easy. Husband put the thawed chicken in the pot and then poured the sauce I mixed up last night before bed.

The hard part was I found a delicious looking recipe for chedder and herb biscuits that I wanted to do because my family would eat biscuits every night if I bought them. I am all for convenience but waiting for dough to rise or using 6 bowls for separate incorporation instantly shuts me down. We usually do the cresent rolls from Pillsbury but I only buy two rolls a week in order to incorporate variety. These were pretty good, even if they weren't as pretty as the picture. Next time I think I will add the suggested two cups of cheese and double the garlic. We are not a huge fan of garlic but I could barely taste it.

 

I would like to thank Stick a Fork in It for dinner tonight. I'm on my third biscuit!

Pinterest of the Day

Edible Tea Cups via Stevie Phillips

 

Who has that much time? If you do, please come to my house. I have 3 pages of to do's that you can help me with!

Seriously, though, I could do this Pumpkin Decor via Brandi Maze:

 

and will when we get pumpkins for the year. I got a hook this year for Jason's Mother's Day present of flowers which died.

From Airplanes to Potties to Girls

"I need to get big and strong and be like daddy so I can jump from an airplane!"

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"Why is that man dancing? I don't like when men dance! I only like when girls dance!!"

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"I saw airplanes today but there were no bathrooms."
I ask, "Where do the people who fly the planes go potty, then?"
"They have to stop and go in the ocean."

Bellyacher

• Dinner prepped for tomorrow
• Crock pot cleaned and waiting for husband
• Snack set for school
• Coffee ready to be pushed "ON"
• Shower done
• Clothes laid out for work tomorrow

Yes, I really suck that bad in the morning.

What's for Dinner

I had planned on working today but my supervisor called on Friday to cancel. It all worked out in the end because child9 would've missed orchestra because husband has to work tonight. He would've had to stay up till noon to take tot3 to school and then crash till 5pm. I would've been home by school pick up but on Tuesday's both of us have to go to school to pick up a kid. One drops the other off at the elementary school and picks up child9 and takes him to the middle school. The other waits for tot3 to get out of pre-k five minutes later. Now husband can sleep and help with the afterschool activity. Bonus: I get an extra day to get through this hacking cough.

So crockpot dinner it was and still is because it sounds like a rather good idea so I don't have to feel rushed when we get home around 4:15 (dinner needs to be done by 5 at the latest).

Smells good so far but it is the first time I have used ranch dressing in a recipe:

Ranch House Pork Chops

 

We'll see how mine looks soon!

Pinterest Weekly

Okay, I have sufficently dug myself out from under the mound of tissues. Sick kids are the worst because the nurse gets sick and then the second kid will get sick and the nurse will get sick again just as she got better. I am 7 days behind on Pinterest Posts of the Day, and who knows what else, so here is my top 7 for the week:

1. Corkboard inside the cabinet doors for more note usage. I don't think I'd do it. I'm afraid that the paper would fall off because of the kids shutting the cabinets too hard. Neat, nonetheless.

via Brenda Bell

2.  Bacon. Enough said. Oh wait. Turkey... *Drool*

 

 

via Robin Tater

 

3. My Handprint Calendar Something I'm thinking about doing for the grandparents this year for Christmas. Last year I did the VistaPrint deal of $4.99 for a 12 month calendar of the kids.

 

 

 

via Kristi Ackerler Sullivan

 

4.  Cake and rum. Yum.

 

via Malori Seegel

 

5. Easy and cheap for fall snacks or a Thanksgiving dessert to pass.

 

 

Burt Christina Corley

 

6. Holy Cow! Rock wall. Great idea. We don't have a two story house but this is really awesome! Of course, I would prefer if there was some way to make it look safer.

 



 





via alison yunker

7. Quick Apple Crisp. You had me at "quick".

 

 

via Facebook this morning. 

Conversations of a 3 Year Old

"I want toast and cheese!" he exclaims.
"Okay, let me finish cooking dinner," I reply.
"Why are you cooking dinner now?" he asks because it's only 10:30 in the morning and lunch should come before dinner, of course.
"So we can go to the park after school," I answer.
"Yay!"
"Can you get me the cheese out?" I ask about five minutes later.
"Sure!"
I begin toasting the bread and ask without looking at him. "Where's the cheese?"
"It's hiding!"
"Oh, no! I can't cook without the cheese!" My voice is full of fake exasperation.
"Here, it is!" he replies as he pulls it out from under him.
"Yay!" I exclaim and melt the cheese sandwich in the microwave.
"Oh, no! I only have one arm!" he shouts two seconds later from his booster seat. He has hidden one arm behind his back.
"Oh, no! I guess you'll have to eat with your toes..."
"Yep!" he agrees. He switches arms, then says, "I only have one arm again!"
"Hey, that's the other one! I guess you'll have to eat with your elbows," I joke.
"Yep!" Two seconds later he raises both arms into the air and he says, "Look, I have two arms now!"
"Yay! Do you want squares, triangles or rectangles?" I ask.
"Ummm....two triangles, please."

     I cut the sandwich diagonally and proceed to roll up his long sleeve shirt in an attempt to save it and not have to change him before school starts. He whines, "Why are you rolling my sleeves up?"
"Do you want to change your shirt again?" I ask because he just had a bath.
"NO."
"That's why I'm rolling up your sleeves. We don't want to get cheese or juice on your shirt, right?" I explain.
"Nope."
I get a cup of fruit out of the pantry and hear more indiscernable whining. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Talk to me. I can't understand that."
Looking devasted, he holds his arms out to me. "My sleeves are up."
"They have to be up." We both sigh and then I ask with hope, "Can we take it off and put it back on after your done?"

He nods slowly and thankfully eats, shirtless.

Pinterest of the Day

via Wendy Baiamonte

Seriously. Someone honked at me today when I was at the long red light. My husband would've stopped in the middle of the intersection and then slowly crept through it to make the person behind him mad. I moved on. Well, sort of. It still irks me. Just like it irks me when parents park in front of the "No Parking" rope at school for drop off.

Actual Pinterest of the day:

 

via Tonya Milligan Holt

Chocolate cake in an orange over the campfire. Or maybe a pan less version for the oven, if adjusted. Oh man, I really want some chocolate! Now if I could only figure out an easy way to get an orange out of its peel.

The Dark Drug

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Yes, I am drinking coffee. Delicious (free) coffee by the way. Yes, I have gained 5 pounds since returning from our cruise. No it was not from cruise food (I actually lost 2 lbs on the cruise). No, I do not care.

As of this week, I want salty, sweet, chocolate food and I will eat it all (if I had some)! Also, I am sick and when I am sick I eat everything. For some reason it makes me feel better, even when I am not hungry. Child3 has been in school for only two weeks and the contagious spread of germs from 3 and 4 year olds has begun. Even the teacher was sick yesterday. I cannot even imagine how she isn't sick every week with all the toddlers putting their hands in the garbage cans because they want to know what is in there, wiping their hands on her, and spitting on the classroom desks.

I will start my "diet" on Monday. I will eliminate coffee on Monday. Today I need to stay awake or my children will tie me up like the giant in Gulliver's Travels and my husband will find me gagged in the closet in the morning.

It really isn't a diet. I just eliminate the foods I know I'm not supposed to eat by not buying them when I go shopping. I watch my calorie count so I can keep track of how much I am actually snacking. When I'm bored, I snack. I was using an online calorie counter but I know my max and what I feel comfortable with. I am aware of my portions now and have felt guilty this past month when I know I do not need to fill my plate that full to be full. I enjoy food, though. I have to eat because I'm anemic and I need the iron.

I enjoy food.

My poor husband has had to make his own sweets for the past couple of months because if I cook it I will eat it. Now, my husband cooking is not a bad thing. However, it doesn't excite my taste buds. He cooks out of a box because it is fast and efficient. I want to cook now that the weather is changing. I like to experiment with new recipes based off of the ingredients in my pantry. It was a very depressing day when I received the letter from school stating that we can no longer bring in food for snacks, birthday treats or holidays unless it has a store label on it. I did not sign up for child9's holiday food helper this year because it was not fun last year. I felt obligated to sign up for Valentine's day and just picked up some mini red velvet cupcakes from the store. The pre-school has its own funding for everything so we are not allowed to bring in any food for any holiday, even birthdays. I'm thinking of finding inventive ways to make goodie bags that are cheap enough for at least tot3's birthday in April. I understand the school's take on food allergies because I have family and friends with specific allergies but it still is a damper on my fun in the kitchen.

Now this really didn't have much a point besides that I am drinking coffee and I will not share! And I am sad that it is only two cups because I used a packet that I took from the hotel we stayed at last month. Oh well, at least its not de-caf.




***Picture taken from: Purex on Facebook.

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Pinterest of the Day

via Chynna Fletcher

Just kidding. But it did make me laugh because I have to wonder if its not a photoshop and I like the twisted mind.

But really here it is:

https://pinterest.com/pin/245164773436132539/ Simple enough. One of those "Uuuuh, why didn't I think of that?"

Inside View

I watched a rerun of House last night. There was an epidemic in the maternity ward of the hospital and babies were sick. I never caught on exactly what was wrong with them because the first scene I saw was a baby, not even 2 days old, having a seizure. My brain froze and I could hear my heart beating rapidly in the silence of the living room.

I can watch Criminal Minds where people get their bodies mutilated, Bones where decomposed, jellied bodies and skeletons are laid/squeezed on the table and the news where the latest underage child is killed in a drive by, gangster or race related incident with interest, or no interest, but this was (for a lack of a better word) freaky. Then my mind raced through the what if's and the anxiety a mother has about their children. Random accidents (such as the recent article I read about a girl suffocating while playing hide and seek because she hid in a beanbag and no one found her in time), car crashes, home invasions, kidnapping...I could go on and my mind does often enough. Just like I often question what my actions would be if one of my children were choking, bleeding, or missing. I've had the blood draining feeling of turning around to find my child not behind me in the store and to find him, 2 seconds later (felt like hours), one aisle over because he got distracted by an action figure. Would I be the one that is focused and in control enough to hide my child from the attacker while I pray help gets here in time? Or would I panic? Take the wrong chance? What if my child became mentally ill, physically handicap or any one of the emotional stressors that could happen? Would life crumble around us? The people who can hold it all together, make a life out of a unexpected situation or have control are my heroes.

Staying on the phone with a 911 operator,calling the police or taking someone to the emergency room because they are hurt is different because they are not your own. You haven't watched them fall down to get back up or find a frog in the grass or pick out their first backpack. Even if you are related to said person, there is a disconnection and more of looking at it from the outside view. How would I react from the inside view?

What kind of parent are you? What kind of parent am I?

I want sex!

I'm reclining on the loveseat, mindlessly clicking through one of the million Facebook applications, when child3 comes running in.

Breathlessly, he says, "I want sex!"

Three seconds pass with me staring at him while my mind is rewinding the day in search of a memory of watching SOMETHING on the television that he might have picked that phrase up from. I draw a blank and ask, "What?"

"I want sex! I want sex!"

He's getting all excited now and waves his hand eagerly to dad in the bathroom. I smell the faint scent of Axe body spray and it finally clicks! "Go ask dad", I say with a smile and watch him run and disappear into the bathroom. He slides on his socks back down the hallway to me after a few moments. After sticking his chest out and using what I think is supposed to resemble his best masculine voice he yells, "I'm sexy now!"

Resurrection

How does a person begin to start their blog/writing platform again after a year of no activity? There is such a big void from that year that is not online and not filled in. It may be part of my memory but to reference it could be a problem or give me more material to write about. Hmmm.....

Why does a person blog? A few reason could be the endless sighs of boredom, a need to talk to someone besides myself (and have someone besides myself answer back!) or possibly the idea that I could MAYBE make some money. I think the blank stares at the computer screen for hours on end is the winner. :) I previously made $2.50 a week writing this blog and I'm NOT going to make a great income from that.

Now how could I be ansty? I have two kids that are under 9 years old (one potty-training), a husband who works nights 48+ hours a week and I work. I should be chaotic-busy wiping butts, cleaning floors, doing laundry, coupon clipping and helping with homework. However, my 9 year old is in school all day, my 3 year old is in pre-school for 2 1/2 hours every day throughout the week and I only work part-time because we do not have a full time babysitter. We only have one after-school activity because child9 has not adjusted to the homework load yet. I'm not a socialite and my part-time work pays for all the "extras" so when I do not work, there are no "extras". My problem is finding something to do in all the downtime.

I recently read about women who have 3 or more children, are going to school for their Masters and working full time. I cannot even imagine that kind of life. I'm nervous, excited, and dreading when I get called into work. Sometimes I do not work for 3 weeks and sometimes I work a week straight. My stomach flip flops and I have the first day of school jitters when I work after 3 weeks and I just want it to be done when I work the week straight . I like my free time and the time I get to spend with my kids and husband, but right now there is no way to make either more even.

The blog will be "literally vague". It will be about the random acts of my weird children, odd questions that pop into my head and the "stuff" that occupies my short attention span.